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Morning has brok-en, like the first morn-ing, Blackbird has spok-en, like the first bird

Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heav-en, Like the first dew fall, on the first grass

Praise for the sing-ing, praise for the morn-ing, Praise for them spring-ing fresh from the world

Praise for the sweet-ness of the wet gard-en, Sprung in complete-ness where his feet pass

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Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morn-ing, Born of the one light, Eden saw play

Praise with ela-tion, praise every morn-ing God's recrea -tion of the new day

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